The passing of time is a curious thing,
It ebbs and flows like a restless sea,
And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

In youth, we long for the days of spring,
When life is new and our hearts are free,
The passing of time is a curious thing.

As we grow older, we spread our wings,
And set out on paths we long to see,
And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

We learn to laugh, to love, to sing,
To cherish moments of sweet harmony,
The passing of time is a curious thing.

And as we near the end of everything,
We look back on all that used to be,
And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

For time is a force that never tires,
And in its wake, it leaves our fondest desires.